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Telltales – a Short Story
Everybody knew. Her friends, her dad, even her coworkers, who barely knew Sandra personally, immediately put two and two together every time she told them about her love life—which, let’s just say, happened quite often. She wasn’t shy about it. Smile as bright as the sun. A heart as open as the sky, Sandra effortlessly attracted warm and happy people who’d listen to her rants without any objection. She made it too easy for others to empathize with her. Thus, it was no surprise that when she recounted the story of her Valentine’s Day, her friend Geenie, particularly, felt Sandra’s haunting despair in her soul. “He literally came home and…
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Bloom and wither: tales of selective memory
The worst pain in my chest, my eyes couldn’t be more red. My hopes and dreams with you through that wide window went. I knew an ending thatI never saw coming. Somehow surprised by how carefully I wanted to protect you and how you carelessly broke me. “Come visit me,” read your text to a disguised name on your phone. How did you know in spring that by autumn we’d be done? A forgotten feeling that is… gosh, it’s been so long, but can’t forget how it hurt long after you were gone. The way you used me, then brought flowers to my tomb. And while my own tears dried,…
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Seduce Me to Use Me (Excerpt)
See all books at links below iBooks | Smashwords | Amazon He saw, he craved. He thought he had to have it, so he chased, until he caught his prey. But like a toy, his prey got old and he grew bored of it. So on to his next expedition he went. They say all is fair in love and war. All the irrational decisions we make to keep someone in our life when we’re under their spell or to save ourselves when we fall out of love — the grief and the bliss of it all is validated after all. And in these times of “situationships,” this brief story…
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One More Night: Lies I Told Myself
I don’t know how or when it started the first time I told myself these lies, grown so tall it’s hard to find the truth hidden somewhere deep in the twisted roots. One more night, I kept saying. And then it was two…and three… and it seems now too infinite to count. How do I go back to the beginning? Possibly the only way to understand at which point in my history I was cornered and held captive. Maybe going back is the only way to get out of it while I can. But oh do I want to stay… Contradiction and masochism played a part; a code that’s been…
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Breaking: Indie Writer Finishes Book
Available at stores below: Smashwords | Amazon | iBooks One thing every independent author knows is how darn hard it is to go from idea to writing to publishing, all on our own. Whenever any non-writer says, oh I could totally write a book, I have to imagine they’re not aware of all the snags that come with the territory — writer’s block, the lack of time, the sleepless nights, the urge to edit as you write, the pain that is the formatting, the marketing… which one can only put up with when the passion for the art is bigger than the desire for the money. That’s why it’s a BIG deal…
